The skies are thundering around,
The seas are growling deep,
The lands are crumbling down,
The winds are howling furiously,
As the rains of bullets and fire,
Painted the once beautiful earth to 'Red'.
Tears of anguish with cries of despair,
As blood splattered to the ground,
When helplessness is within their grasp,
In exchange for freedom...
What else could they wish for?
Fight or to fight against?
Kill or to be killed?
Whether each one,
When will this all gonna END!!?
Just waiting for the world,
Become FADE to BLACK...
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Fleeting Words
PoetryIn this moment, my fleeting words are carried by the wind, unfurled within this heart, as a tale to tell the world.
